do everything except men
Psychologists called it a disease,
medical doctors are still trying
to find a medical round hole to
fit the square peg of
homosexuality, biology is almost
giving up on trying to understand these people and
religion banishes them as
outcasts and rejects. I have not
seen a homosexual animal, male
dogs play with male dogs, but
they never mate and raise puppies or stay together as
"lovers". If ever there are
homosexuals animals, then I can
bet my hair that only humans
practise it to the professional
levels it has now become. And I simply do not like it. I know for sure that I did not
have any interactions with
homosexuals in primary school.
High school? That much I cannot
tell. Why so? I used to hear of
homosexuals and rumors of homosexuality and initially I was
scared to death of being a
victim and of course I took
action. I slept in jeans and
covered myself up and tucked
everything in, just in case…for I never knew when their craving
would strike. But later on, I got
so comfortable and stopped
worrying. Why? I studied biology
and realized that in all honesty,
I wasn’ t selected for homosexuality. I mean, I am
almost your ideal (very) Luo
guy, not exactly the small brown
smooth-skin boy you would ogle
over (if you are gay!). I digress! While most students talked
confidently of existent
homosexuality, I never got the
chance to see one who
confessed and professed either
repentance or confusion, as far as sexual orientation goes. See, I
believe that seeing is believing,
but as far as witnessing this
goes…I’ m glad that I have never seen. Last week, a bright
picture in the Daily Nation of
two Kenyan men married in
London got me confused. There
only needed to be a bold idiot
savant who would open a narrow path for the rest to
follow. And they have expressed
desire to do, until death does
them apart. I have always
wondered what makes men gay.
As far as lesbianism goes, I do not have words for that, after
all nobody understands what
women want. A teacher once told his class
that inasmuch as he would be
disappointed, he’ d rather receive the news of his teenage
son being an immature father
than being exposed to the
embarrassment and stress of
living with a societal reject
under the same roof. I do not have a son (yet) and I am not a
teacher, but I share the same
sentiments. I mean, at a societal
level, it is almost a norm for a
girl or two to conceive before
college. That is almost acceptable. But, for boys to
declare that they have
completely reversed nature and
so exhibit an untamable lust
after masculine bodies and
traits?! That is a faux pas. But what is shocking is the
magnanimity that has continued
to be showered upon these
monsters and how they have
taken a thousand miles from the
six (or less) inches that they were given by society! How
damning! They argue that they
are just as human as the rest
and so, must have equal
opportunity. And we have given
them that! Look at the university
application that you filled, or the
job application, or church
membership form, you will find a
disclaimer that emphasizes that
the institution is an equal- opportunity employer or
something else. Right? Wrong?!
Homosexuals should be made to
walk upside down, backwards
and attend Homosexuals
Anonymous meetings with one Wanjala as the moderator. I
mean, when it comes to being
more traditional Luhya and
masculine, who does it better
than this guy? I am not extremely homophobic
though. I still appreciate it when
a male friend of mine dresses
well, or has a nice hair cut or
something worth appreciating. I
hug males I am close to (don’ t get excited, just family and
friends). Yeah, but that does
not mean that I spend any of
my time looking at (my) boys
with the sole aim of
“backstabbing” them! Not at all. I mean, I’ m from Luo Nyanza. Fill in the blanks. Footballers kiss
and mildly spank each other
every other weekend, but in no
way do they do it as a
condescending invitation from
the football world to the dungeon of homosexuality. I declared myself an ineligible
gay. But I would love to meet a
gay man. Just to try and
understand the psychology of
men who act like some nuts are
missing. I mean the other nuts. The naysayers like me once
thought and said that
homosexuals have no place in
society. But while I thought they
might take at least back seat if
push came to shove, I have never been made to swallow my
words so hard. The gays are in
town and that is why I am
watching my pair. My rear pair! It has been the duty of men to
watch (over women). And they
have done it with moderate
efficiency, arguably. It is natural
for men to admire women, it
makes them feel good and think highly, or lowly, of themselves.
That is a fact! But the thought
of having a fellow male staring
at whichever part of my
anatomy he thinks is tight or
hot or curved or hairy or hairless or divided into six
(packs) freaks me out! It is just
not the best of thoughts and as
much as I would like to
understand the psyche behind
homosexuality, I am always cautious of men who look at
other men unnecessarily. By the
way, I have always known that
if a man looks at another man
for a long time, it is as a
gesture of either disrespect, invitation to a bout or
otherwise, a sign of
competitiveness or something
towards that thought. However,
long looks nowadays might just
mean a lot more than that. Romantics believe that eyes
meeting in a crowded room is a
sign of compatibility, contentious.
But this was meant to be
natural and heterosexual, so
when some man stares at you at the school hall, bus stop or
office party with no intention of
punishing you, mugging you or
otherwise firing you, then think
twice. That long look…might be the beginning of a lost end. Nevertheless, I just realize that
despite the false pizzazz they
display and the stereotype I
have about these backward
men, I am no straight and
righteous to be a judge of character. I disagree with what
they do, not with them. Maybe
for the simple reason that
nobody understands women,
some men reverse their sexual
desires and intent to other men?! Perhaps! My therapy? A
visit to Luo Nyanza, (Western
can do for the shy ones), a
lesson in reality and a session
with Wanjala or my favorite
counselor, Atwoli. Have a straight week! Oh, and watch
your butt, for some pervert
homosexual might just be
scheming on you. There is a thin line between
truth and fiction. This is that
line.
medical doctors are still trying
to find a medical round hole to
fit the square peg of
homosexuality, biology is almost
giving up on trying to understand these people and
religion banishes them as
outcasts and rejects. I have not
seen a homosexual animal, male
dogs play with male dogs, but
they never mate and raise puppies or stay together as
"lovers". If ever there are
homosexuals animals, then I can
bet my hair that only humans
practise it to the professional
levels it has now become. And I simply do not like it. I know for sure that I did not
have any interactions with
homosexuals in primary school.
High school? That much I cannot
tell. Why so? I used to hear of
homosexuals and rumors of homosexuality and initially I was
scared to death of being a
victim and of course I took
action. I slept in jeans and
covered myself up and tucked
everything in, just in case…for I never knew when their craving
would strike. But later on, I got
so comfortable and stopped
worrying. Why? I studied biology
and realized that in all honesty,
I wasn’ t selected for homosexuality. I mean, I am
almost your ideal (very) Luo
guy, not exactly the small brown
smooth-skin boy you would ogle
over (if you are gay!). I digress! While most students talked
confidently of existent
homosexuality, I never got the
chance to see one who
confessed and professed either
repentance or confusion, as far as sexual orientation goes. See, I
believe that seeing is believing,
but as far as witnessing this
goes…I’ m glad that I have never seen. Last week, a bright
picture in the Daily Nation of
two Kenyan men married in
London got me confused. There
only needed to be a bold idiot
savant who would open a narrow path for the rest to
follow. And they have expressed
desire to do, until death does
them apart. I have always
wondered what makes men gay.
As far as lesbianism goes, I do not have words for that, after
all nobody understands what
women want. A teacher once told his class
that inasmuch as he would be
disappointed, he’ d rather receive the news of his teenage
son being an immature father
than being exposed to the
embarrassment and stress of
living with a societal reject
under the same roof. I do not have a son (yet) and I am not a
teacher, but I share the same
sentiments. I mean, at a societal
level, it is almost a norm for a
girl or two to conceive before
college. That is almost acceptable. But, for boys to
declare that they have
completely reversed nature and
so exhibit an untamable lust
after masculine bodies and
traits?! That is a faux pas. But what is shocking is the
magnanimity that has continued
to be showered upon these
monsters and how they have
taken a thousand miles from the
six (or less) inches that they were given by society! How
damning! They argue that they
are just as human as the rest
and so, must have equal
opportunity. And we have given
them that! Look at the university
application that you filled, or the
job application, or church
membership form, you will find a
disclaimer that emphasizes that
the institution is an equal- opportunity employer or
something else. Right? Wrong?!
Homosexuals should be made to
walk upside down, backwards
and attend Homosexuals
Anonymous meetings with one Wanjala as the moderator. I
mean, when it comes to being
more traditional Luhya and
masculine, who does it better
than this guy? I am not extremely homophobic
though. I still appreciate it when
a male friend of mine dresses
well, or has a nice hair cut or
something worth appreciating. I
hug males I am close to (don’ t get excited, just family and
friends). Yeah, but that does
not mean that I spend any of
my time looking at (my) boys
with the sole aim of
“backstabbing” them! Not at all. I mean, I’ m from Luo Nyanza. Fill in the blanks. Footballers kiss
and mildly spank each other
every other weekend, but in no
way do they do it as a
condescending invitation from
the football world to the dungeon of homosexuality. I declared myself an ineligible
gay. But I would love to meet a
gay man. Just to try and
understand the psychology of
men who act like some nuts are
missing. I mean the other nuts. The naysayers like me once
thought and said that
homosexuals have no place in
society. But while I thought they
might take at least back seat if
push came to shove, I have never been made to swallow my
words so hard. The gays are in
town and that is why I am
watching my pair. My rear pair! It has been the duty of men to
watch (over women). And they
have done it with moderate
efficiency, arguably. It is natural
for men to admire women, it
makes them feel good and think highly, or lowly, of themselves.
That is a fact! But the thought
of having a fellow male staring
at whichever part of my
anatomy he thinks is tight or
hot or curved or hairy or hairless or divided into six
(packs) freaks me out! It is just
not the best of thoughts and as
much as I would like to
understand the psyche behind
homosexuality, I am always cautious of men who look at
other men unnecessarily. By the
way, I have always known that
if a man looks at another man
for a long time, it is as a
gesture of either disrespect, invitation to a bout or
otherwise, a sign of
competitiveness or something
towards that thought. However,
long looks nowadays might just
mean a lot more than that. Romantics believe that eyes
meeting in a crowded room is a
sign of compatibility, contentious.
But this was meant to be
natural and heterosexual, so
when some man stares at you at the school hall, bus stop or
office party with no intention of
punishing you, mugging you or
otherwise firing you, then think
twice. That long look…might be the beginning of a lost end. Nevertheless, I just realize that
despite the false pizzazz they
display and the stereotype I
have about these backward
men, I am no straight and
righteous to be a judge of character. I disagree with what
they do, not with them. Maybe
for the simple reason that
nobody understands women,
some men reverse their sexual
desires and intent to other men?! Perhaps! My therapy? A
visit to Luo Nyanza, (Western
can do for the shy ones), a
lesson in reality and a session
with Wanjala or my favorite
counselor, Atwoli. Have a straight week! Oh, and watch
your butt, for some pervert
homosexual might just be
scheming on you. There is a thin line between
truth and fiction. This is that
line.
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